(Meleager.)

AH Love, my Master, hear me swear By all the locks of Timo’s hair, By Demo, and that fragrant spell Wherewith her body doth enchant Such dreams as drowsy lovers haunt, By Ilias’ mirth delectable. And by the lamp that sheds his light On love and lovers all the night, By those, ah Love, I swear that thou Hast left me but one breath, and now Upon my lips it fluttereth, Yet this I’ll yield, my latest breath, Even this, oh Love, for thee to Death!

RHODOPE.